Thirty-one…thirty-one…31…THIRTY-ONE!!!! How did I let this happen?! I took a nap, woke up, and your were grown, independent, successful men. I know that should make me happy, and it does, but man oh man how I miss my little blonde headed boys. The two of you couldn’t wait to get started with your lives. Arriving eight weeks early became of world of NICU, heart monitors for a year, countless doctor appointments, and very little sleep. I wouldn’t trade one single second of it. When I would push you in my ‘double wide’ stroller, people would stop me and say, “I am so glad that it is you and not me.” I would look them right in the eye and say, “Me too. Jesus knows who to double bless.”

Chase, my oldest by five minutes. The funny thing is, you truly have the ‘oldest’ child characteristics.Paul, you missed being the oldest by five minutes, but you have made a great middle child.